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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Divine Approval
Asher As we headed back to Lycone, I turned to Jamie, who was still pacing the edge of the clearing, muttering curses under his breath. His frustration mirrored my own, but I couldn’t let him act on it. Not yet. “Jamie,” I called, my tone firm. He stopped and looked at me, his face hard with anger. “What?” “You can’t tell anyone about this.” He blinked, stunned. “What? Asher, are you serious? We’re talking about Jude—your father! A wizard who has been lying to us this whole time! How are we supposed to just sit on that?” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Because we don’t know how far this goes. If we start spreading this around, it could blow up in our faces. Jude’s been planning this for years. We don’t even know who’s working with him or who might be compromised.” Jamie hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “But Corey… Nina… Amara… Malia. They deserve to know. They’ve fought for you, Asher. They’re your pack. Don’t you trust them?” “It’s not about trust,” I
Last Updated : 2025-01-24Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Secret love life
AsherThe nightmare came again. Malia stood before me, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t place—was it pity? Regret? Betrayal? The words she spoke were muffled, like they were being dragged through water, but I could feel their weight. And then, without warning, she turned her back on me, walking away into the shadows. “No!” I jolted awake, my body drenched in sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was still, save for the soft rustle of Malia’s breathing beside me. Her chest rose and fell with a rhythm that should have been comforting, but tonight, it wasn’t. Tonight, everything felt wrong. I wiped my face, trying to shake the nightmare from my mind, but it clung to me like a second skin. I glanced at Malia, her features serene, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. I couldn’t stay here. Not like this. Quietly, I slipped out of bed, grabbing a robe and tying it loosely around me. The cool air of the hallway greeted me as I made my way toward the
Last Updated : 2025-01-24Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Out of Time
AsherI was still thinking about what the priest said, and he also was very quiet—it seems he wanted me to think clearly about my decision, so the temple was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the candles burning around the altar. I exhaled deeply, my breath breaking the stillness, and ran a hand through my hair. The priest’s words lingered in my mind, their weight pressing against my chest. For a moment, I let my thoughts drift back to my parents. Memories surfaced, though they were fragmented and fleeting—snapshots of a time that now felt like a distant dream. They were never affectionate with each other. My father, Ian, always seemed distracted, his focus somewhere else, his smiles rare and fleeting. My mother, Brooke, was cold, calculating. She played her role as Luna well, but there was always something off about her warmth—it never felt real. The moments they spent together were more like business transactions than the bond of mates. As a child, I hadn’t questioned it. But
Last Updated : 2025-01-24Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Like a Prey
Asher The knock on my office door came just as I was summoning the council. My pulse was still hammering after the report of the Sky Pack deaths. The sheer brutality described in the messenger’s words had left me cold, and now, with the council scattered across the packs, I was trying to get them together fast enough to address the chaos.“Come in,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.The door opened, and I immediately recognized the twin Alpha heirs of Sky Pack. Darian and Ryker Glenn—Jet’s sons, the next in line to rule the most politically aggressive pack in the kingdom. Their presence wasn’t a good sign. Darian stepped in first, his sharp blue eyes cutting through the tension in the room like a knife. His posture was perfectly composed, every movement deliberate, as if he was constantly weighing the gravity of his own existence. His neatly groomed beard and tailored leather jacket gave him the appearance of someone who had already assumed the throne, even if it technically
Last Updated : 2025-01-24Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Passion
Asher I leaned back in my chair, observing him carefully. Ryker’s jaw tensed, and he seemed to struggle to keep his gaze from drifting back to her. It was like he couldn’t help himself, no matter how hard he tried to appear nonchalant. Darian, on the other hand, didn’t even glance at her. He stayed focused on the conversation we’d just been having, as if Malia’s presence didn’t faze him in the slightest. “Malia,” I said, my tone sharper now, cutting through the tension. “Is there something you need?” She seemed to notice Ryker’s stare then, her posture stiffening slightly as her eyes flicked toward him. “I just came to check if you needed anything before your meeting,” she said, her voice steady but quieter than usual. “I’m fine,” I replied, my gaze locked on Ryker. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. His eyes darted to Malia’s hands, her face, then quickly away as if realizing he’d been caught. Darian finally noticed and sighed, muttering under his breath. “R
Last Updated : 2025-01-25Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Silent
AsherThe next morning came far too soon. The golden rays of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains of my room, illuminating the stillness that followed the chaos of recent days. I stirred, feeling the comforting weight of Malia’s arm draped over me. For the first time in a long while, I felt at peace.That peace, however, was short-lived. A sharp knock at the door jolted me awake. Malia groaned softly but didn’t stir. I carefully untangled myself from her and slipped out of bed, pulling on a shirt as the knocking persisted. Whoever it was, they were relentless.I opened the door to find the priest standing there, his expression unusually grim. “Asher,” he said without preamble, “we need to talk.”I stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind me to avoid waking Malia. “What is it?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “This better be important.”“It is,” the priest replied, his voice low and heavy. “I sought the moon goddess for guidance last night, as we discussed.”“
Last Updated : 2025-01-26Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Quarters
AsherLater that day, after much deliberation, I found myself back in the priest’s quarters. The weight of his earlier words hadn’t left me, and though I felt a flicker of determination to face the moon goddess and make things right, I needed to know more. “I’ll do it,” I said finally, meeting the priest’s gaze with firm resolve. “I’ll go to her.”The priest’s expression softened into something almost like pride, but his next words caught me off guard. “You cannot go immediately, Asher. The gateway to the moon goddess’s realm only opens once every three months. Until then, you must wait.”I frowned. “Three months? Are you serious? You just told me she’s displeased with me. How am I supposed to sit on that for months?”“This is not a matter of impatience,” he said calmly. “Preparation is key. The journey to her realm is not like any physical travel you’ve ever done. It is spiritual, dangerous. You must be physically strong, but also mentally and emotionally prepared. If you go to her
Last Updated : 2025-01-27Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold A Storm is Coming
Asher It was well past midnight by the time I finally stepped into my room. My body ached from the endless meeting with the council and various pack leaders. Every bone in me screamed for rest, but my mind wouldn’t let up. I was always thinking ahead—plans, threats, alliances. And now, with Malia on my mind, my thoughts were heavier than ever. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. I sighed, loosening the collar of my shirt as I moved toward the bed. That’s when I saw her—Malia.She was thrashing, tangled in the sheets, her body drenched in sweat. Her breaths came out in ragged gasps, and soft whimpers escaped her lips. I froze, my pulse spiking. "Malia?" I called gently, stepping closer.She didn’t respond, still caught in the grips of whatever nightmare was tormenting her. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms as her body trembled violently. My stomach twisted at the sight. I had seen warriors broken by f
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Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The man behind the Ice
AsherThe journal was old—older than I expected. Bound in cracked leather, the pages yellowed at the edges and laced with a scent of musk and ink. I stared at it for a long time before opening it, the weight of the thing pressing against my palms like it knew its contents would knock the air from my lungs.I didn’t know what I was looking for. Maybe a name. A signature. But the first line stopped my breath.‘This is the truth of Ian Vale.’My father's handwriting. Sharp. Purposeful. Controlled—just like the man himself.Ian had never been warm, never soft. Every memory I had of him came with cold eyes and clipped words. Praise was rare; affection, non-existent. I grew up thinking he saw me as an obligation. A duty. Nothing more.And yet… the diary was written in grief. In longing. In heartbreak. Every page screamed of things he could never say aloud.I turned to the next page.‘The priest told me it was a curse. That no Lycan should ever be mated to another man. He said it must’ve bee
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Ancient Relic
AsherI returned to the only place I could still call mine. Tucked away from the world, surrounded by trees that asked for nothing and wind that didn’t whisper judgments—just solitude. The house hadn’t changed. I hadn’t either. Not really. I moved like a ghost through the front door, letting it shut quietly behind me.Silence greeted me, the kind that didn’t bring peace but didn’t argue either.I didn’t unpack. There was no point. The clothes I left on the couch a week ago were still there. The parcel Katherine handed me before she left sat on the windowsill, untouched. I glanced at it but moved past it like I had every day.I ended up at the bar that night.It wasn’t one of those classy places. It was dingy. Loud. Sticky floors and cheap liquor that burned going down. Perfect for disappearing. I sat in the corner booth, nursing something strong and bitter. My hair had grown out a bit, face scruffy, and I didn’t care. I didn’t want to be seen, yet eyes found me anyway.Women came firs
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold No identity
AsherSix months. That’s how long I’ve been in Reece—six slow, punishing months.At first, I didn’t even know what was real anymore. My memories felt like scattered fragments—some vivid, others hazy and distorted. The truth—the real truth—was a war I fought in my own mind. There were days I screamed until my voice gave out, days I curled into myself wishing I had never been born, and days I tried to hate the people I once loved.But this place… this tribe… they didn’t give up on me.The mages here, all marked by the strange glowing ink of their coven, didn’t treat me like a monster. Not even when I was one. They stripped me down—mentally, emotionally, spiritually—and forced me to sit in silence with my truth until it stopped feeling like poison.Now I can say it.I was enchanted.Jude, my own father, twisted my soul and turned me into something I never wanted to be. And the worst part? For the longest time, I didn’t even know.I’m better now. Or at least, that’s what the Head Mage kee
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Prisoner in a Crown
MaliaI nodded slowly, trying to piece together the strange sadness that had crept into Ronin’s eyes.“When did she die?” I asked quietly, my voice barely holding itself together. “The real Lia… when did she die?”Ronin’s eyes met mine, and his expression twisted with grief, something heavy and old—like it had been rotting in him for a long time.“She died the day I found out she was my mate,” he said. “But I'm not talking about Lia. She isn't my mate. My mate wasn’t from here. She was from my own Lycan pack.”I stared at him, my breath stuck in my chest. I didn’t know what to say to that, especially when his next words came so quickly and so desperately.“Malia,” he stepped closer, “please… just accept to be my Luna. I know you’re not my true mate. I’m not pretending. But since she’s gone, you’re the next best thing.”I flinched at the phrase. The next best thing. Like I was some kind of replacement. Some echo of a dream he’d lost.He kept going, determined. “It wasn’t Lia’s beauty t
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Find your mate
MaliaCorey’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “That being said. Why won’t Rhedd help her grandson?”I glanced up, studying Rhedd’s unreadable expression. She stood by the window, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on something far beyond what any of us could see. She didn’t flinch at the question, didn’t turn to face him. She just answered, coldly.“Asher shouldn’t even exist,” she said. “He was never meant to. That’s why he’s not important to me.”Her words dropped like a stone in my chest. I blinked, unsure I’d heard her right. Beside me, Jamie stiffened, his jaw clenching. Corey looked stunned, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Amara’s brows knit together, confusion clouding her features.“You’re going to have to explain what you mean by that,” Jamie said.But Rhedd didn’t respond. She turned away from the window and faced us, her expression still unreadable. “Don’t do anything against Ronin,” she warned, voice sharp with authority. “He is the rightful ruler of L
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Closure
Malia“What?” I whispered, backing away from Ronin like he’d just slapped me.He had to be joking. He had to be.“I don’t love you, Ronin,” I said, my voice shaking. “I never said I did. I... I felt something, I won’t lie about that, but it was a moment. Confusion. Desperation. That’s not love.”His jaw clenched.“I only love Asher,” I continued. “And I can only be with Asher.”I turned toward Rhedd, desperate now. “Please. Say something. You know this isn’t right.”But she just stood there, her face unreadable. She didn’t say a word.I turned back to Ronin, fury rising like bile in my throat. “You can’t force this. You can’t just—decide you want me and then take me!”“I’m not forcing anything,” he said, but his voice had a hard edge to it. “I’m doing what’s best. For you. For everyone.”“You think locking me away in your house is best?”“I’m keeping you safe.”“You’re keeping me caged!”He ran a hand through his hair, trying to stay calm. “Asher isn’t stable, Malia.”My heart twisted
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Right Away
MaliaRhedd walked in like she owned the moment—no rush, no panic, just that same smirk, like everything was happening exactly how she planned.She looked Jude straight in the eye. “Your problem,” she said, “has always been your temper.”Jude scoffed. “You think this is funny?”“I think it’s sad,” Rhedd replied calmly. “You were close, Jude. So close to getting what you wanted. But like always, your rage got in the way. It always does.”He faltered. I saw it in the slight twitch of his brow, the way his jaw clenched. He didn’t understand who she was—but he knew she knew too much.“You have magic,” he muttered. “You’re part of the original circle, that's why you could seize my magic. The only thing is… the original witches in the circle are dead. I made sure of it.”Rhedd didn’t deny it. She just stood there, hands loosely clasped in front of her, like she had all the time in the world.Jude seemed to be irritated by her calmness. So irritated that he raised his hand, trying to summon
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold Lost it
MaliaRonin’s grip on my hand was warm and steady, but my insides were in complete chaos.He didn’t say a word as he led me through the hallway, his pace brisk, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious, but not at me—at everything. At Banes. At the silence. At the confusion. At whatever was wrong and twisted in this place.When we got to his office, he opened the door and let me in first, then shut it quietly behind us.He turned to face me, those amber eyes of his searching my face like they were trying to pry the truth out of me before I even spoke.“Tell me,” he said, his voice low. “Tell me the truth.”I froze.I wanted to. Goddess, I wanted to tell someone. But I didn’t know if it was the right thing. What if Rhedd was playing me? What if telling Ronin only made everything worse? What if it put him in danger?I remembered the way she looked at me just before Ronin took my hand. Not a word spoken, just a nod. Subtle. Reassuring. She didn’t need to say anything. Her eyes told
Werewolf Academia; Revenge is best served cold The man you loved.
Malia“Like I said before, all you have to do,” he said again, voice deceptively soft, “is tell them Nina deceived you. That she tricked you into helping her break Asher out.”I scoffed, shaking my head. “And you really think they’ll believe that?”“Oh, Banes will,” he said too quickly. Too confidently. It made me pause.“Why?” I asked. “Why are you so sure, Jude?”He smiled, but it wasn’t the charming kind. It was the smile of a man who knew something no one else did—a weapon he hadn’t revealed yet. “Don’t worry about that,” he said.I stared at him, my chest tightening with unease. “What are you going to do to my parents?” I asked quietly. “Since I’ve apparently… ‘messed up.’”He tilted his head slowly. That same smile faltered just a little, and then he studied me with a new sharpness. “That’s a very specific concern.”My heart thudded, but I forced myself to look bored. “What else is there to care about?”Jude crossed his arms. “Funny. For someone who knows the fate that befalls h
